Rookery ~ Assassin's Creed Syndicate

Chapter Ten

"Ah! Jacob, Miss Frye, Miss Faraday! How good to see you." Henry had given us the task of visiting Alec that morning. "Have you seen Starrick's latest lies?" He waved a newspaper angrily.

"Lies in a newspaper?" Jacob chimed with a sarcastic tone.

"What transpired from the new line you were establishing?"

"The cables we ordered never arrived. Then, we intercepted this." He slapped his notebook on the desk to an open page. Instead of reading it, I made an offer.

"Jacob and I will retrieve the missing cables." Jacob glared at me. "That way, we can both get out of your hair and you will have your lines ready to use in no time." Jacob strutted over next to me, slightly annoyed.

"That would save me some hassle, Miss Faraday." He rubbed his injured wrist. "Alright. Thank you, dear friends. The cables may well be on a boat belonging to the Blighters." Evie left with us.

"Mr Green has asked I gather information, since you both did a terrible job of it yesterday." I blushed. "I will see you back at Mr Bell's shop when you are done." Evie then skittered off in the opposite direction.

"To the Thames, then?" Jacob smirked, going to reach for the reins of the carriage.

"No you bloody well don't. I will take those." I booted him over and grabbed them myself.

"Fine. Make sure we get there quickly." He leaned back as far as he could and placed one foot over the front railing.

The horses gently trotted along the street and stopped just a little way from the Thames. I smacked Jacob's arm to have him follow me.

"The plan?" He asked.

"We loot the crates on a Blighter boat until we find Bell's cables."

"That is the plan?"

"Do you have a better one?" He raised both of his arms in surrender. "I am guessing that boat is a Blighter one?" I pointed to one which was painted primarily red with a black cross on the side of it.

"That is indeed." It was docked, so there was no way in us losing it. "And, using my Sight, I can see that the crate we need is right on the back." He extended an arm at the part of the boat we needed. "So that is our target." He set off towards it. I followed blindly, having never been taught how to use my Sight.

We reached the back section of the boat and three Blighters patrolled there. One was close enough to the edge that a quick shove meant that he would meet his demise. Two left. A short, skinny man walked directly in front of the crate we needed, patrolling just there and nowhere else. Jacob tasked me with taking him out. I crept behind a small stack of boxes, dropped a throwing knife from inside my sleeve to sit softly in my hand, and aimed carefully. Just as the man turned, I flipped the knife from between my fingers. It embedded itself in the man's temple - right where I wanted it. He tumbled and fell, off of the edge of the boat and into the river. Jacob strolled over carelessly.

"Let's see what's in this crate, shall we?" He flicked the latch up then stuck his hidden blade inside to break the lock. He pulled up the lid and a musty cloud burst up into our faces. We spluttered. "Poison." He slammed the lid down. "Bell will surely know what kind." Acid slid up my throat, but slowly fell again when I swallowed, burning my neck.

"Bloody disgusting." I swayed slightly. Jacob grabbed my arm to stop me from falling.

"Take a seat. We should be able to stay here until it wears off." He gently helped me to sit down. "Perhaps it wasn't strong enough to take much effect on my body. You, however, with your slim physique, would easily be affected a lot more than I." He gave a smile.